


Hopes and Fears

by fencingfox



Series: This October Night [16]
Category: Star Trek: Voyager
Genre: Clothed Sex, F/M, Fictober 2019, Holodecks/Holosuites, Inktober 2019, Kinktober 2019, Maquis, Rape/Non-con Elements, Whumptober 2019
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-10-16
Updated: 2019-10-16
Packaged: 2020-12-17 11:06:57
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,946
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21053369
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/fencingfox/pseuds/fencingfox
Summary: The Captain doesn't normally tell legends; that's Chakotay's thing. There's something off about hers anyway. The characters don't make sense. The ending isn't quite right. B'Elanna and Tom set out to fix it.





	Hopes and Fears

**Author's Note:**

> Surprise! We're adding Chakotay/Kathryn to the mix. c:

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**| "Listen. No, really listen." | pinned down | clothed | wild |**

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_"What I'm saying is that there are consequences for...." She waives her hand airily over the desk rather than come up with a word. "You don't want to be running the ship's gossip wheel do you?" They shake their heads. "Then take care not to get caught."_

_"Yes, Captain," B'Elanna answers._

_"Yes, Ma'am," Tom answers at the same time. Kathryn smiles. Funny what things her chief pilot thinks are crunch time._

_"You're dismissed," she says politely with a dip of her head. They stand to leave. When they leave she relaxes a moment. She reflects on her 'legend'. It's crazy how much of it reflects her life now. No, she doesn't think Tuvok would kill her and Chakotay if they started dating...but it would destroy the flow of Starfleet command she's worked so hard to establish with this mixed crew. She sighs. This is a Starfleet ship. It has to be._

**=/\=**

The Ready Room doors close behind them. B'Elanna leads Tom to the turbolift. They step in together. Tom pulls her into a hug simply because he can. He kisses the top of her head too. No one's here. He won't bring up going again in the Dungeon of Pleasure. Not after everything that's happened. He'll wait for her to bring it up. She will eventually. Tom smirks against her hair. She was enjoying everything up until Ensign Jenkins showed up. He pulls away from B'Elanna's head, not wanting to pass on his foul mood about Ensign Jenkins to her. She's one of his. Somehow that makes this worse. She'd seen his naked ass. _Boy, next flight simulation will be awkward._ He is not looking forward to that. She's green like Harry. But unlike Harry, she doesn't have an ex-con to show her a few hard knocks. He wonders if he aught to give her a few difficult maneuvers next time. It'd help keep their minds off of this event. 

"Did you notice anything about that legend the Captain told us?" 

"Huh?" Tom remembers he isn't alone. Had she asked him anything else? Damnit, he doesn't know. He's not going to win boyfriend of the year that way. "No," he says warily. "What did you notice?" Because she must have if she has questions. 

"Well, first off, the pronouns were off." The turbolift halts on their deck. They step off. 

"Yeah, but warrior woman sounds better than warrior man or warrior guy." Tom blanches. Warrior guy sounds horrible. Like a bad sitcom even he couldn't be convinced to watch. B'Elanna shakes her head. Whether it's from the awfulness that is warrior guy or to disagree, or both he doesn't know. 

"She could have called him a soldier or a fighter. Or even a warrior prince. That has a ring to it." 

"She probably wouldn't have come up with something as good as warrior prince. The Captain's not much of a story teller." There it is plain as day. B'Elanna freezes in the middle of entering their code. "You don't think?" 

"How much you want to bet they slept together on New Earth?" 

"Please. I'm _running_ that bet." 

"I think that legend is the proof you'll need to collect." Tom gives her his best innocent puppy eyes. 

"Me collect? I run an honest ship. No leaders fraternizing on _my_ boat." He stifles a smirk. B'Elanna blows out a puff of air as the door opens. The sound is almost swallowed up by the swoosh of the door's hydraulics. 

"I know you,Tom. You probably managed to get your name on _both sides_ somehow." 

"Wanna put you mouth where your money is?" She snorts. "I mean your _money_ where your _mouth_ is." He's got her on his mind it seems. She pulls him inside for a long kiss. 

"No, the only place I'm putting my mouth is right here." She accents that with another kiss on his lips before turning away. He grins at her suggestively. 

"Sure that's the _only_ place? Because I can think of a few good ones." She hits his chest but gives him another kiss right after. He smiles like an idiot. 

"Tempting, but I'm _starved_. How many rations do you think we have left?" 

"I pulled a few extra shifts with the Doc." He follows B'Elanna to the replicator so he can wrap his arms around her stomach. She's very warm and soft. Almost cuddly. He squeezes her. She giggles. "So plenty." She practically purrs when she sees the number denoting how many rations they have. He's saving up for a special night, but pulling a few from it here and there won't slow him down much. Medical duties—even boring ones—bring him more rations than pilot duties. He stows some outside of their joint account anyway. She tilts her head back for a thank you kiss. Tom obliges. 

They're sitting with a plate each of the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the universe. They're his mother's recipe: swiss, provolone, and cheddar with tomatoes on thick slices of sourdough bread. He has tomato soup; B'Elanna has ketchup _(the heathen)_. It's only that he loves her that she's able to get away with it in his presence. 

"I think I know a way for you to win your bet either way." 

"That so?" He didn't know she was interested in the bet. "What did you have in mind?" 

"I was thinking we could lock them in the Dungeon of Pleasure for an hour or so." Tom frowns. Call him sentimental but the Dungeon of Pleasure is for him and B'Elanna. 

"I don't know." B'Elanna seems to have expected his reluctance. He sees her mentally go down a list of things to offer. Too bad he's a great swindler. 

"I'll let you tie me up next time right away." Tom shakes his head. 

"I'd only have to wait one more round of holodeck privileges for that to happen." 

"I won't let you do it then." That's a little surprising, but then she's just upping the ante. 

"You won't last long. I think you like the program more than me." He smirks and leans a little closer. "Besides, I don't know if you noticed but your _newest_ toy was holographic." She blushes and looks away. It's probably to his advantage that they hadn't finished with it. He'll have to remember to thank Ensign Jenkins. _Him: ty for barging in. i won a bet for it. Ensign Jenkins: lol wut?_ He hides his amusement like a pro. He leans back to normal in his chair and takes a bite of food. "You're forgetting something. Just locking them in the Dungeon isn't going to prove anything." B'Elanna recovers, giving him a dazzling grin. 

"We could always _record_ them." Tom almost chokes. What happened to her being his spare conscious? 

"You can't be serious? Without _asking_?" She shrugs. Is this what it means to be in love with a rebel? She scares him a little. 

"How do they know we don't have it record automatically?" He eyes her with awe. He also wonders why he'd never put that in the program to begin with. 

"Alright, but we're giving them a heads-up when the privacy lock engages." 

**=/\=**

"Captain?" Her Ready Room doors open to admit Tom. She glances up at the top of her PADD. She only has an hour left before she can unwind a little. She hopes whatever Tom needs isn't going to take longer than that. 

"At ease, Lieutenant." She sets her PADD down, flicking the power button at the same time so the screen goes black. "What's on your mind?" Tom steps up to her desk but doesn't take a seat. She smiles to herself. It probably won't be a long inquiry. 

"I was wondering if you had time to come to the Holodeck with me. I have a new command and flight simulation I want your approval on." She nods, pleased with his initiative. She's starting to forget she'd picked him up from a Federation prison. She pushes herself to standing with a little stretch of her shoulders once she's there. Validating a holoprogram is miles better than sifting through reports. 

"Sounds like a good idea. Lead the way." They make unimportant small talk ranging from his relationship with B'Elanna to the latest astrometric scans. By the time they get to the holodeck, she doesn't even remember what reports she was reading. Tom's conversation has renewed her. She claps his shoulder, no easy task given that he's taller even than Chakotay. "You've come a long way, Tom. I'm really impressed." He smiles shyly back. They go onto the holodeck. It's a perfect rendition of _Voyager_'s bridge. They are the only people here. Tom settles into his seat at the helm and the Captain takes her seat behind him. 

"Computer, begin program," Tom states to the empty air. 

"Unable to comply." Tom's grumbling something the Captain can't hear. 

"Why not?" The Captain asks for clarification. 

"There are not enough people present to run program." He perks up. 

"Oh, I can fix that. I'll just be a moment, Captain." She makes to stand. "No need to come with. Honestly, it will just take a second." She sits back down, happy to take the short reprieve from real duties. "I just gotta run last week's simulation on the other holodeck to make copies." The door closes on Tom. Kathryn turns to her left and skims through the report data there, wondering how detailed the simulation is and whether astrometric's reports give any clue as to what will happen. The reports look pretty average. She hears the door open again, impressed by how quick Tom was. 

"That was fast." She's still skimming through the logs. "You know, Lieutenant, adding some interesting data to the reports would make these more believable." A pair of boots step past her into Chakotay's chair. 

"Did I get a demotion I forgot?" 

She looks up to see Chakotay take his seat. She looks around the holodeck for the other characters. Maybe Tom had to use the computer's data on the actual people running the drill. That would explain the door opening and closing. 

"Where's Tom?" 

"Tom? I don't know." Chakotay looks over her shoulder to see what she'd been reading. It wasn't that interesting. "B'Elanna told me she had a simulation Tom wanted me to test, but that he forgot to ask me." Kathryn leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, re-crosses them the other way—the angry way. 

"I smell a set up. Tom got me from my Ready Room a moment ago to run a simulation with him." 

"I wonder why they went to the tro—" The holodeck around them changes without prompt. The colors bleach away to a monochrome that Kathryn recognizes. She notices that her own colors dull until only the red and black of her uniform remains unchanged. _Could this be part of the simulation? A chance to test subconscious color recognition._ It seems a bit advanced for Tom. But he had been studying with the Doctor all this time. Maybe he's learned a few things. Chakotay's colors have been leached by the holodeck too. His uniform mirrors her own. She taps her commbadge for answers. 

"Captain to Lieutenant Paris. Did you do something to the program? The colors are gone. It's eerie." Like her voice can change the world itself, the colors return. "Thanks. When are you coming back for the simulation?" She'd almost thought she was talking to the air. 

"Sorry, Captain. Something came up. I won't have time. I see Chakotay's there with you, maybe the two of you can run the simulation?" _Is he lying?_ She can't tell based off the sound of his voice alone. 

"I think we can handle that then. What's the scenario?" 

"I'm sure you'll recognize it. Paris out." That is not an answer and she didn't like his tone. She taps her commbadge again but it doesn't chirp at her. 

"Commander, when was the last time comms went out during a red alert?" 

"I don't think that's going to be an issue, Captain." He points behind them. He hadn't been looking there, but the reflection on the terminal between them clued him in to what was going on before she could be. She stands up abruptly and turns to take in what must be the Dungeon of Pleasure. A squeak escapes her lips. She clamps a hand over it. "Holy—" 

"Welcome~ to the Dungeon of Pleasure!" It's a jolly Chaotica whose voice is drifting in the air. "Two-way privacy lock engaged. Audio and visual recording will begin in three. Two. One. Action." 

"Damn." If it wasn't terrifying she'd have laughed. Chakotay's appreciative outburst at the complete and utter betrayal is probably the first thing on the tape. 

"Computer. End program," she commands sternly. She can feel the hair on her arms prickle. 

"Unable to comply." 

"Why the hell not?" She orders. 

"Request not recognized." 

"Why. Not?" Her voice comes out tense through her gritted teeth. She barely remembers to phrase the request as a question. _Ugh._ She's going to have a headache after this one. A staticky recording starts instead of the computer's response. 

_"Sorry Captain, no can do."_ The voice is Tom's. 

"Computer. Exit." Another staticky recording. 

_"Hey."_ It's B'Elanna's voice. _"One of you activated this when you asked to leave. You can't because it's a gift and it looks like someone,"_ there's muted laughter in the background, _"doesn't know how to take a gift graciously."_ That was one time and the ship was falling apart! There's some shuffling and then a displeased _'hey!'_ from B'Elanna. 

_"What B'Elanna's trying to say is uh.... Happy belated birthday, Captain.... Or, uh, merry Christmas in July—"_

_"Shut up, Tom. For the record the angry warrior legend doesn't end with Tuvok killing the both of you. We won't allow it. Just have fun you two. You deserve it."_ They're a little quieter. _"Did you remember to remove the recording feature from their program?"_

_"I was supposed to?"_

_"Tom! Ghay'cha'."_ B'Elanna seems to realize they're still recording in a mic. The static cuts out. Kathryn doesn't like the sound of it. It seemed rehearsed somehow. The sequence of events made no sense. If they'd recorded the messages for them, then they knew there was a problem before starting the program. They could have re-recorded and edited the program. What reason did they have to leave it? She runs through the scenarios, then laughs almost hysterically. 

"What is it?" She looks over at a concerned Chakotay. Maybe he thinks she's lost her mind. Maybe she has. 

"I think they're trying to win a _bet_ on us." Chakotay shrugs. 

"So?" Does this really not bother him? It bothers the hell out of her. 

"_So?_" She spits back. "What do you mean so?" She talks with her hands. "They've locked us, their _commanding officers_, in this perverted program and set it to record so they can win a _bet_. That doesn't _bother_ you?" Her hands fall. 

"Not really." 

"Then you must not know what bet they're trying to win," she grumbles. His eyes sparkle. 

"Oh, but I do." He moves to stand in front of her and she's struck with how much _bigger_ he is than her. It's frightening. She takes a step back, but it lands her in her chair. He moves forward over her, resting his palms on the armrests. She presses as far into the chair as she can. He isn't touching anywhere but she feels pinned down and vulnerable. "Maybe I'm a little relieved they've given us this _gift_." His voice isn't exactly angry, but it is aggressive. "I'm not about to let you slam it on a replicator tray." She licks her lips because they're painfully dry. She tries to speak, fails, fears he'll take that as an opportunity to kiss her, and then finally manages to swallow enough saliva to lubricate her throat. 

"Chakotay stop." He steps back, but she sees how difficult it was for him. His hands are fists at his sides. He could knock her out with one of those and not break a sweat. _This isn't helping. Remember your training, Katie._ For all intents and purposes, she's a prisoner. It won't help to constantly imagine worst case scenarios. 

"Listen." She doesn't remove her eyes from his fists, willing them not to move. "No, really listen." She drags her eyes to his face, thinking he won't think she's listening any other way. "You think you can make these rules regarding us and I won't be angry?" 

"I'd hoped," her voice is quiet, submissive, nothing like a Captain's voice. Right now he has all of the authority in the room. He commands it. 

"You'd _hoped_." He makes it sound like a joke when his head tilts back a little to laugh. He levels it again to speak. "You're a crazy woman." He walks behind her chair. His hand trails on the armrest. She hears his hand against the back of the chair next. The usual spare seat and railing aren't there. They went the way of safety and security when this part of the program started up: gone out the airlocks and blown to particle dust. Her stomach sinks. Should she run? Where would she go? Maybe one of the toys can be a weapon? There had to be ropes at least. She hadn't given herself the chance to look and now it's too late. "Without _Starfleet_ breathing down our necks, we can do what we want." After all this time, does he still hate everything she stands for? 

"You don't know how many times I've thought about you. Before I'd actually met you even." His hands are on the back of the chair near her ears. "There'd been rumors about Starfeet finally finding a Captain willing to capture me." He's touching her hair and she doesn't have the courage to stop him. It strikes her how him sipping her coffee before handing it to her is similar to this. He's marking her, staking his claim on her least anyone else try. "I'd gotten your files on the same run that got me Paris." His voice is low and chilling. He sounds equally ready to stab her as to tear her clothes off. "I aught to thank you. Your face at night kept me and Seska together for so long. It probably prevented her from mutinying." His lips are on the top of her head. It sends an involuntary shiver down her spine. "Thank you," he mutters. 

She'd forgotten Tom was a criminal and he'd locked her in here. She'd forgotten Chakotay was Maquis and he had her dead to rights. Time to change tactics. He couldn't hurt her if she played along right? _Right?_ It'd worked in the Cardassian prison. She leans forward, stands slowly, and turns to face Chakotay: the Maquis, her ex-friend, _Voyager_'s first officer. She wonders if he'll demand the captaincy after this. 

"You're welcome," she sounds more confident than she feels. She worries taking a step might just show how frightened she is. She'd never thought Chakotay would hurt her. She'd thought she would be safe with him so long as she was the peace to his anger in some way. Maybe she hadn't tried hard enough. Maybe peace wasn't enough. She forces her legs to carry her around her chair. They move, unsteady at her knees and ankles. _It's just a kiss. Then figure out how to tie him. It's going to be alright. Nothing's going to happen, Katie._ She lets out a shaky breath as her hands go around his neck. _You can do this. Now kiss._ His hands on her arms still her. 

"Kathryn?" She can feel his erection, aggressive against her stomach, but the kindness in his eyes and concern in his voice catches her off-guard. They don't say anything. Their eyes do the talking instead. Something breaks. She tips her head to his chest and draws her arms down. He wraps his hands around her shaking body when she starts to cry loud, nauseating tears. 

"I thought—" She can hardly speak. "I thought you were going—" Sob. Big breath. Cry. Quietly now: "...to rape me." She's still crying, still clinging to his uniform, still out of control, still shaken. He rubs her back in circles. Pats it lovingly once in a while. Places his chin on top of her head. Shushes her. Moves his head to her cheek. Squeezes her. Shushes her some more. 

Eventually she calms down and draws back, beyond grateful that his arms part for her. 

"I didn't mean to scare you." 

"You can be a scary man." He looks down. Embarrassed? 

"I'm sorry." They fall silent. She isn't sure if she should say she forgives him. It seems weird to forgive him for something she'd made up in her head. 

"It's okay," she offers a smile. He looks up, stands a little straighter. She sees the burden she'd just lifted from his shoulders. She's safe with him after all. He walks to the back of the holodeck with a spring in his step. 

"I wonder what they get themselves into." Against her better judgement, Kathryn follows him to the back. She's curious too. She inspects what must be the Cradle of Persuasion Ensign Jenkins mentioned. There are a variety of straps: ones at the top for wrists, ones at the ankles, ones across the torso, ones that probably go over thighs. She touches the closest one, the one that would go around a torso. It feels like leather. It looks strong and she wonders what it'd feel like against her skin. "What do you think?" She withdraws her hand, wondering if this program includes telepathic abilities. "I'm not surprised they're into that stuff." 

"Oh." She relaxes. "It certainly seems like them." She looks over at what he's examining on the table to her right, trying hard to ignore his erection that sits just above the table's edge. She recognizes a few things: wooden paddle, leather clit whip, wand, cuffs, ball gag, blindfold. Chakotay picks up the whip. He turns it around in his hand, examining it from all sides. Its faces are smooth. 

"Do you know what this is? I don't." 

"It's a whip...for, uh, a woman's clitoris." She tries to sound as professional as possible, like she'd ran across it in some briefing accidentally. 

"Oh?" There's an unasked question. She shakes her head. 

"Don't ask." He sets it down and doesn't press her. She wants to even the discomfort. She points at something black with loops on its end. It's vaguely phallic but the loops confuse her. 

"Do you know what that is?" 

"The black thing?" She nods. "That, I'd bet, is for B'Elanna." He hadn't answered her question. He reaches for the black thing when he sees her confused expression. With a show, he holds his right hand up in a Vulcan kiss and then tilts it horizontal. One black loop goes around his two fingers and another goes around his balled ones. 

"Oh." She gets the picture. He chuckles as he takes it off and puts it back. 

"It's true, Klingons have two of everything." She spins around to take in the room again. On the other side is a flat table with restraints like this one. There's another cushioned contraption that looks like you might have to kneel on it. A machine that leaves her no question as to what its purpose it rests behind the flat table. 

"They put a lot of work into this." 

"Yeah, almost makes it a waste not to use." She turns on him. 

"You wouldn't dare." She isn't scared he'll hurt her. But she can't believe he's holding a fleshy plastic rod. She'd bet anything it was hollow on his end. Would he really do that with her here? 

"Is that a dare?" _He's got no shame!_ His hand is on his waist, fiddling with the zipper, but not moving it. She steps up to him—to hide him from the cameras of course. 

"No." His hand moves from between them and pulls her closer. She doesn't resist. His other hand puts the fleshy toy on the table behind him. She's stayed long enough to prove her point. She should step away. She doesn't. He's safe ground, home base. Nothing can touch her. 

"Are you sure? You don't seem very sure." He presses against her. She lets out a soft moan without meaning to, then hides her face against his uniformed chest. 

"They're _recording_." His lips kiss her head. It strikes her that this isn't a claim to her body. It's just like his drinking of her coffee. This is adoration with the dedication to ensure nothing harms her. 

"Do I look like I care?" _He certainly didn't feel like it._ The question now: did she? Anything they did together would eventually make its rounds. _Voyager_ is small and they're the leaders. But rumors are one thing. A video is another. 

"Keep your clothes on and kiss me." She looks up so he can. 

"Is that an order?" His lips are already diving for Kathryn's as she rises to her toes. 

"I'd rather not make it one," she mumbles before closing her eyes to the kiss. _This is wild._ She moans into the kiss, feels his hands tighten around her waist and wrap around over her butt in the next moment. _What are we doing?_ He picks her up while still kissing her and she gasps. _Are we crazy?_ When next she breaks for air, he's near the command station again. He sits down in her chair, pulling her over his lap for another kiss. She can't help but smirk at him. "Fancy yourself Captain now?" 

"No, but I think you need a little distraction the next time we're on shift together." She'd thought as much. He kisses her neck, latches onto the skin there. It isn't under her turtleneck she realizes. She pulls away and looks at him sternly. 

"No visible marks. Bad enough there's a video." It actually isn't so bad. She's never done a video before. It's kind of exciting, intoxicating now that she isn't terrified. She nibbles down his jaw and pivots her hips on his lap. He groans softly near her ear. His fingers find their way between them and she tilts her body to give him room but he just _shoves_ her off. He doesn't give her a chance to protest. 

"What about a show?" He spins her around by her hips and folds her back into his lap. His fingers are pressing against the seam of her pants to find her button. His head is over her shoulder, encasing her body with his. She tilts her hips to help him and shudders when he puts just the right amount of pressure in just the right spot. He does it again. She can't help but shudder and squeal. It's so involuntary it's like she isn't even in her body anymore. But she can feel it. And it feels good. He circles the same spot, experiments with the pressure. She needs to hold on to something. She brings a hand to his hair, curling it between her fingers, and another to the inner armrest. Every stroke of his finger sends a pleasure-pain response that forces her body to shudder and her voice to make some noise. She feels like the center of his universe. She's mildly aware that this is a good show. If she gets her hands on it, she might just watch it herself. 

"Chakotay!" She yells, actually _yells_, when her body gives one last shudder and closes in on itself. He wraps himself around her while she pants. He's like a warm cocoon protecting her. His hand comes to rest on her hip. When her breathing is mostly normal, she extricates herself and straddles him. Kathryn presses kisses to his face, finally lands on his lips, and stays there while her hand snakes between them. She shifts her hips back a little to give herself room. He groans against her hand. She toys with biting his lips and nibbling his jaw and earlobe. It doesn't take long at all before he gives a long groan and she feels the warm wetness of his release through the pants. She puts her arms around his neck, hides her face on his shoulder. The buzz of her orgasm is wearing off and she's thinking back to her release with anxiety. In her imagination, it's like she's standing next to a tall pyramid of canned food. She's just pulled one from the bottom and everything is seconds away from crashing down on her but she knows she can't get away fast enough. She'll just have to be crushed. 

"Holodeck time ends in ten minutes." She gets up without looking at him and feels his eyes on her. She's got to at least _try_ to survive. 

"Exit." B'Elanna's voice doesn't return. The door appears where it was before. She wonders if it had been as easy as that the entire time. She goes to it quickly, not giving Chakotay a reason or even a second glance. She needs to go back to _Voyager_. This isn't it. Captains don't rut against their First Officers on _Voyager_. Captains certainly don't return the favor on _Voyager_. She turns around before leaving, but doesn't look at Chakotay. She needs to be sure. "Computer, end program." Everything but Chakotay remains. She doesn't look at his face, just his boots. Then she's gone. _Voyager_, her Starfleet ship, is gone.

**Author's Note:**

> And tomorrow we are adding the last mini series to the rotation. It's gonna be a pre-_Voyager_ fic!!! _*much excite*_ There will be far off places, daring sword fights, a prince in disguise... (lol jk, jk. not tru) _Scared, Me?_ will mostly feature Tom/B'Elanna with maybe a dash of Chakotay/Kathryn and/or Chakotay/Seska....
> 
> Also new headcannon I discovered: Tom cries _every time_ he watches _Annie_ (the original). Props to you if you caught the reference.


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